<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:27:06.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un blog propio</title><subtitle type='html'>Este es nuestro ciberestudio. Aqui venimos a escribir lo que Afuera escribimos de otras maneras.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-113044337469609849</id><published>2005-10-27T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T13:02:54.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARA: EDITORES Y REPORTEROS CULTURADE: TUSQUETS EDITORES MÉXICOASUNTO: PREMIO PARA CRISTINA RIVERA GARZA Cristina Rivera Garza Premio Anna Seghers 2005Tusquets Editores se complace en informar que Cristina Rivera Garza (Matamoros, México, 1964), autora de esta casa editorial, obtuvo el Premio Anna Seghers 2005, dotado con 12 mil 500 euros.En su calidad de jurado único de la Fundación Anna Seghers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/113044337469609849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/113044337469609849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113044337469609849' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-112059562600369739</id><published>2005-07-05T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:33:46.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LA TRASVESTI INVOLUNTARIAPor Mónica MayerLa comodidad me llevó a convertirme en una trasvesti involuntaria. De bebé mis papás no me hicieron hoyitos en las orejas y rara vez uso aretes porque los de presión me molestan. Traigo botitas porque desde niña se me tuercen los tobillos. Jamás dominé el tacón alto.De adolescente la melena me llegaba abajo de la cintura. Un día me hartó la chamba que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/112059562600369739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/112059562600369739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112059562600369739' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-112059553815806846</id><published>2005-07-05T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:32:18.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y sin embargo, se mueve...Por Patricia VegaDesde un punto de vista biológico, la existencia barbas o vello facial, no es una característica exclusiva del llamado sexo masculino. La biología y la medicina nos han permitido comprobar que en todas las personas se combinan las hormonas masculinas y femeninas. Y la principal hormona masculina -no hay que dejar de insistir en que también existe en las </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/112059553815806846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/112059553815806846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112059553815806846' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-112059418694365176</id><published>2005-07-05T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:09:46.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Envidias domésticas, sin embargo exóticaspor: Vizania Amezcua.En hablando de barbas y toda vez que mi memoria, negada a olvidar, las ha mantenido ahí para que yo no logre reponerme, aún cuando ignore con qué exacto afán esas remembranzas se conservan, dos son las que recuerdo -lo confieso sin el menor recato-  con mayor envidia y sentimiento de desgracia: la de mi padre: completa bajo el bigote, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/112059418694365176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/112059418694365176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112059418694365176' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111990382146694832</id><published>2005-06-27T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T13:23:41.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>viernes, junio 24, 2005La Inquietante (e Internacional) Semana de las Mujeres BarbonasPor: Eve GilCuando Cristina Rivera Garza me invitó a participar de la I Semana Inquietante (e Internacional) Semana de las Mujeres Barbonas, creí que era una broma. Y sí, en efecto, fue una broma en la que ella quería que participáramos mujeres (poco más tarde se involucró a varones) inmersas en el mundo de las </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111990382146694832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111990382146694832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111990382146694832' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111964250480833974</id><published>2005-06-24T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T12:48:24.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EL UNIVERSALArtes VisualesMónica Mayer *24 de junio de 2005La inquietante semana de las mujeres barbudas Allá por marzo me llegó un correo electrónico de la escritora Amaranta Caballero de Tijuana avisándome de un proyecto. Lo leí, sonreí y me apunté.El mensaje era una convocatoria para participar en La inquietante (e internacional) semana de las mujeres barbudas. Era una invitación a "desmarcar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111964250480833974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111964250480833974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111964250480833974' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111964173973723353</id><published>2005-06-24T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:12:02.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La Inquietante (e Internacional) Semana de las Mujeres Barbudas.Inauguración: 18 de junio; Casa Refugio Citlaltépetl. México, D. F. 18:hrsPor: Amaranta Caballero PradoIMASTIC HIDROSOLUBLE*— No inhales. El olor es un poco fuerte.— Aaaah…— No inhales.Presioné los mechones de pelo sintético sobre la barbilla y el labio superior. Ellas hacían gestos debido al picor en la nariz, no precisamente de los</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111964173973723353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111964173973723353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111964173973723353' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111930230841898594</id><published>2005-06-20T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T14:28:08.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOY EN VENTANA 22Canal 22Inauguración de la Semana Inquietante e Internacional de Mujeres Barbadas19:00 hrs (hora de México)No se lo pierda!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111930230841898594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111930230841898594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111930230841898594' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111930014322815281</id><published>2005-06-20T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:42:23.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tienen barbudas encuentro mundialSe reúnen en la Casa Refugio CitlaltépetlPor Sergio R. BlancoGrupo ReformaCiudad de México (20 junio 2005).-"Nunca me habían volteado tanto a ver como hoy", expresó la dramaturga Bárbara Colio (Mexicali, Baja California 1969) mientras atusaba el extremo de la larga barba castaña que emergía de su cara. Colio fue una de las más de 20 mujeres que se reunieron la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111930014322815281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111930014322815281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111930014322815281' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111929340305900548</id><published>2005-06-20T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:57:07.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOTÉRRIMA DE PELOS!(y ahora sí que Con Pelos y Señales)Lunes 20 de junio de 2005Reivindican el derecho a desobedecer las intoleranciasIrrespetuoso comienzo de la Semana de las Mujeres BarbudasArturo JiménezDe pelos y vellísimas lucieron una veintena de narradoras, poetas, periodistas, académicas, fotógrafas y artistas visuales durante la inauguración de la muy anunciada Inquietante e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111929340305900548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111929340305900548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111929340305900548' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111911648697928454</id><published>2005-06-18T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T10:41:26.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YA ESTÁ AQUÍFinalmente, lo que usted tanto esperó. Para mirarnos con asombro, para cruzar definiciones de género como quien cruza la calle, para echar relajo, para celebrar cierta masculinidad propia (y cierta ajena), para ser monstruosas (o para dejar de serlo), para preguntarnos ¿qué es ser hombre?, ¿qué es ser mujer?, ¿qué es ser otro?, para desidentificarnos, para mesarnos la (ergo) barba, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111911648697928454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111911648697928454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111911648697928454' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111904038942483092</id><published>2005-06-17T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:33:09.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TANGO La ciudad no eras vosNo era tu confusión de lenguasni de sexosNo era el cerezo que florecía -blanco-detrás del murocomo un mensaje de OrienteNo era tu casade múltiples amantesy frágiles cerradurasLa ciudad era esta incertidumbrela eterna pregunta -quién soy-dicho de otro modo; quién sos."Otra vez eros" 1994</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111904038942483092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111904038942483092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111904038942483092' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111902837882280872</id><published>2005-06-17T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:12:58.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BARBA EN DEBATELa-más feminista.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111902837882280872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111902837882280872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111902837882280872' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111900781400816023</id><published>2005-06-17T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T04:41:09.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WELCOME TO HAIRY TALES   (A propósito de la Primera Semana Internacional de las Mujeres Barbudas)IADVERTENCIA : Esto no es un cuento de hadas, esta es una Historia de barbadas.(This is a Hairy tale, not a fairy tale. Are you ready?)ATENCIÓN : Esto no es un ejercicio auto-indulgente que compara los beneficios e inconvenientes del sistema de oposiciones aplicadas a los cuerpos. Esto no es un </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111900781400816023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111900781400816023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111900781400816023' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111894907465253605</id><published>2005-06-16T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T10:20:48.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LA INQUIETANTE (E INTERNACIONAL) SEMANA DE LAS MUJERES BARBUDASSe trata de desmarcar el vello facial, apropiándoselo de formas lúdicas, inesperadas.Se trata de desmarcar el género, volviéndolo tan flexible y cambiante como es.Se trata de hacer una travesura. Se trata de pasársela bien.El caso es que un grupo de narradoras, poetas, dramaturgas, todas de distintas generaciones, estamos participando</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111894907465253605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111894907465253605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111894907465253605' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111879251340190158</id><published>2005-06-14T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:41:53.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BARBA EN DESPARPAJOEsplendorosa y sin peinar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111879251340190158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111879251340190158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111879251340190158' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111868792945276531</id><published>2005-06-13T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:38:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BARBA AZULLa barba traduce el color y la palabra.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111868792945276531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111868792945276531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111868792945276531' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111833154136969933</id><published>2005-06-09T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T08:39:01.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALERTA La barba rodea, los ojos dicen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111816392031602793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111816392031602793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111816392031602793' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111810036513330474</id><published>2005-06-06T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:26:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CLAUDIE DADUArtiste plasticienneArt corporel comportemental light interview télévisé : France 5 UBIK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111810036513330474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111810036513330474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111810036513330474' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111809190257575776</id><published>2005-06-06T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:05:02.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRES HERMOSILLAS BARBASAl calor del pelo, en Hermo, siempre: una buena barba.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111809190257575776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111809190257575776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111809190257575776' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111808848830910326</id><published>2005-06-06T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T13:08:08.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PENETRANTE Y DIRECTALa bárba(ra) observa desde la mismísima boca del lobo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111808848830910326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111808848830910326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111808848830910326' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111773342457327478</id><published>2005-06-02T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T10:30:24.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MIRADA BARBADADe frente, guerrera y a los cuatro vientos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111773342457327478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111773342457327478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111773342457327478' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111723006581334073</id><published>2005-05-27T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T14:41:05.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARMONÍAEn quietud la barba posa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111723006581334073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111723006581334073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111723006581334073' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111712920417119805</id><published>2005-05-26T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T10:40:04.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ELL @ S¡Comparten las barbas con un rosa hiperchillante!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111712920417119805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111712920417119805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111712920417119805' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111704009580222387</id><published>2005-05-25T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:54:55.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VARONES BARBADOS Y TRES Y CUATRO Y CINCO...Sin barbitúricos ni barullo barajean la barba.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111704009580222387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111704009580222387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111704009580222387' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111695872399270895</id><published>2005-05-24T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T11:18:43.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¿LE QUEDA ALGUNA DUDA?La Gran Barba Sigue Aquí.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111695872399270895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111695872399270895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111695872399270895' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111600650083737257</id><published>2005-05-13T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:48:20.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LA BARBA EN EL PARAÍSOLa Primera Adana.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111600650083737257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111600650083737257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111600650083737257' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111600050090982830</id><published>2005-05-13T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:49:22.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANUNCIAN INQUIETANTE E INTERNACIONAL SEMANA DE LAS MUJERES BARBUDASLa Jornada, Jueves 12 de mayo de 2005Reflexión lúdica y transgresora mediante fotorretratos retocados digitalmenteCristina Rivera Garza y Adriana González Mateos promueven el encuentro Analizarán lo masculino y lo femenino en una sociedad ''compulsivamente heterosexual''ARTURO GARCIA HERNANDEZSímbolo convencional de masculinidad, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111600050090982830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111600050090982830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111600050090982830' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111600012311547019</id><published>2005-05-13T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T09:02:03.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CARTA ABIERTA DE ESCRITORAS PERUANAS  Lima, 11 de abril de 2005En el clima confuso y malevolente que reina en los últimos meses entre diversos autores y grupos literarios, se han publicado varios comentarios encaminados a minimizar el trabajo que las poetas peruanas de la década del ochenta vienen realizando hace más de veinte años.Cierta crítica sigue empeñada en juzgar a los escritores “por </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111600012311547019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111600012311547019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111600012311547019' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111533227098921632</id><published>2005-05-05T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T15:31:10.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PURA DESOBEDIENCIA (BIS)Y así quedó por desobedecer a dios.Y así quedó por desobedecer al diablo.Y así quedó por desobedecer a la malinche.Puesn!--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111533227098921632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111533227098921632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111533227098921632' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111523281158558594</id><published>2005-05-04T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:53:31.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PURA DESOBEDIENCIAY así quedó por desobedecer al establishment.Y así quedó por desobedecerse hasta a sí mismo.Y así quedo por puro gusto a la desobediencia.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111523281158558594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111523281158558594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111523281158558594' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111523274538898358</id><published>2005-05-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:52:25.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IMÁGENES PARA UNA GENIAL-LOGÍA DE LA PRE-HISTORIA DE LAS MUJERES BARBUDAS IILa Inquietante (e Internacional) Semana de las Mujeres Barbadas empieza efectivamente el 18 de junio, pero eso no quiere decir que ésta sea la primera aparición pública, y escandalosa, de las susodichas. He aquí otra prueba documental de que las barbadas merodean por ahí--en los circos, por supuesto, a donde van a dar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111523274538898358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111523274538898358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111523274538898358' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111514384734902737</id><published>2005-05-03T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T11:15:12.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MONTERROSIANA Y cuando despertó, la barba seguía ahí.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111514384734902737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111514384734902737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111514384734902737' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111507343687282068</id><published>2005-05-02T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T12:16:38.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EL VENDAVAL DEL VELLOIr como si verdaderamente huyeracomo si ir fuera ir, como voy volteoNo eras tú que veníasNo era tu vello el vendaval"(secuencia muscular)", Boca perdida (Toluca: Bonobos, 2005), 69. Laura Solórzano.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111507343687282068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111507343687282068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111507343687282068' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111505509493315046</id><published>2005-05-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:33:50.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PURA DESOBEDIENCIAPor desobedecer a sus padres.Por desobedecer a la verdura.Por desobedecer a la ley.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111505509493315046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111505509493315046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111505509493315046' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111462360761004130</id><published>2005-04-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T10:40:07.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LORENTANANZAHasta las Barbonas saben mirar lánguidamente.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111462360761004130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111462360761004130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111462360761004130' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111455723569931334</id><published>2005-04-26T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:13:55.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EN EL INICIO ERA LA BARBA: MADRIDFESTIVAL DE POESÍA:2005 POETAS POR KM2Cafetería de los cines alphaville Sábado 23 de Abril, 2005,desde las 19:00 hrs.MAGGI EV AL ENCIAT RIANA--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111455723569931334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111455723569931334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111455723569931334' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111420616021943337</id><published>2005-04-22T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:42:40.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOSOTRAS QUE NOS QUEREMOS TANTODe tal barba, tal barbilla.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111420616021943337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111420616021943337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111420616021943337' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111358595461698279</id><published>2005-04-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T10:25:54.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNA CUMBIA UN TANTO CUANTO PELIAGUDAVella, velluda, velludita.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111358595461698279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111358595461698279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111358595461698279' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111341544429095058</id><published>2005-04-13T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T11:04:04.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BARBA DESAFORADAY sin embargo, sigue creciendo(faltaba más!).--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111341544429095058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111341544429095058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111341544429095058' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111334490869660020</id><published>2005-04-12T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T15:28:28.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LA BARBA ES UN PEQUEÑO LUJOPero definitivamente lo valgo.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111334490869660020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111334490869660020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111334490869660020' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111332579455833921</id><published>2005-04-12T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T10:09:54.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRANS-GENÉRICA¿Puede una Caballero ser un caballero?--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111332579455833921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111332579455833921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111332579455833921' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111324977904491005</id><published>2005-04-11T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:02:59.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NACIMIENTO BÁRBA-ROLa hija de la Señora Barba (con la manos arriba) (de pura felicidad).--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111324977904491005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111324977904491005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111324977904491005' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111324971888689470</id><published>2005-04-11T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:01:58.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LA BARBA TAMBIEN ES EL ORIGEN DEL MUNDOLo dice Ana Couvert.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111324971888689470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111324971888689470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111324971888689470' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111324967033517572</id><published>2005-04-11T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:01:10.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PONGAMOS QUE HABLO DE MADRID¡Esta chica no tiene un pelo de tonta!--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111324967033517572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111324967033517572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111324967033517572' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111297810494680727</id><published>2005-04-08T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T09:35:04.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POST-IZO¡¡Pero qué bárba-ra!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111297810494680727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111297810494680727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111297810494680727' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111289061252920586</id><published>2005-04-07T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T09:16:52.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DESCÚBRALO USTED MISM@Podría haber un Punto G justo bajo la barba.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111289061252920586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111289061252920586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111289061252920586' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111280628106495373</id><published>2005-04-06T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T09:53:06.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ASOMO DE BARBASi el hombre tiene barba, ¿están la barba y el hombre en estado natural?--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111280628106495373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111280628106495373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111280628106495373' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111273357873819973</id><published>2005-04-05T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T13:39:38.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LA VIRILIDAD HOY EN DÍAMujer de pelo en (casi) pecho.--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111273357873819973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111273357873819973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111273357873819973' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111272093712185721</id><published>2005-04-05T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T10:08:57.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POST-ESTÉTICA BISUna Shiva (loca) en un Salón de Velleza...--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111272093712185721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111272093712185721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111272093712185721' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111263226556755313</id><published>2005-04-04T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T09:31:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ORÍLLESE A LA ORILLATenemos la presospecha de que lleva barba, damita. ¡Y aquí están los vellos de la posconfirmación!--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111263226556755313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111263226556755313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111263226556755313' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111249171298044395</id><published>2005-04-02T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:28:32.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PREGUNTA LOBASi un hombre se pone barba ¿muestra su verdadero rostro?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111249171298044395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111249171298044395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111249171298044395' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111237837693059375</id><published>2005-04-01T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:59:36.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PELIGARIA Santa Barbona, ¡ruega por ellas!Santa Barbona ¡que les rueguen a ellas!--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111237837693059375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111237837693059375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111237837693059375' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111229204216340440</id><published>2005-03-31T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T10:00:42.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CITA PICTO-PILOSANeo-Gioconda (Velli)--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111229204216340440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111229204216340440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111229204216340440' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111220851902794058</id><published>2005-03-30T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:48:39.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEO-DICHOS MEXICANOSSi ves a tu vecina en barbas, pon las tuyas en internet. --crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111220851902794058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111220851902794058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111220851902794058' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111213211379362996</id><published>2005-03-29T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T13:35:13.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POST-ESTÉTICAVellísima barbona.--crgPREGUNTA DE PELOSSi una mujer se pone barba, ¿muestra su verdadero rostro?--crg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111213211379362996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111213211379362996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111213211379362996' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111213052528374933</id><published>2005-03-29T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T10:00:53.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LEMALas barbudas somos vellísimas.-Amaranta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111213052528374933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111213052528374933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111213052528374933' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111213044849512208</id><published>2005-03-29T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T13:15:16.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ATENCIÓNLA INQUIETANTE SEMANA DE LAS MUJERES BARBUDASSe trata de desmarcar el vello facial, apropiándoselo de formas lúdicas, inesperadas.Se trata de desmarcar el género, volviéndolo tan flexible y cambiante como es.Se trata de hacer una travesura.Se trata de pasársela bien.El caso es que amiguerrilleras de Madrid, Tijuana y Tierras Altas estamos organizando la Primera Semana Internacional de las</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111213044849512208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111213044849512208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111213044849512208' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111050139821943770</id><published>2005-03-10T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T16:36:38.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SÉ LATÍN (METAFÓRICAMENTE) Y ME LA PASO BIEN[Texto presentado en Mujer que sabe latín, uno de los paneles en los que se celebró la obra de Rosario Castellanos en la Feria del Palacio de Minería]I. LA RISA CASTELLANADebo confesar, por principio de cuentas, que a mí me gusta la risa castellana. Esa filosa ironía carente de autocomplacencia que caracteriza, por ejemplo, el poema que ella intituló </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111050139821943770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111050139821943770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111050139821943770' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111030820323404925</id><published>2005-03-08T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:56:43.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOY, INVITACIÓN Comunicado de Prensa Encuentro Binacional de narradoras y poetas.El Consejo Nacional para la Cultura y las Artes, a través del Centro Cultural Tijuana, invita al Encuentro Binacional de narradoras y poetas, con la participación de Rae Armantrout, Eileen Myles, Mayra Luna, Amaranta Caballero, Mariana Martínez y Claudia Morfín, el martes 8 de marzo, a las 7:00 p.m., en la Sala de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111030820323404925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111030820323404925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111030820323404925' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-111028956712027167</id><published>2005-03-08T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T05:46:07.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Algunos apuntes sobre el feminismoEl feminismo debe ser entendido como teoría Política. El feminismo se opone a una paridad mal asumida, la paridad no debe depender de un hecho de concesión. Se aleja y cuestiona principalmente de los dos grandes fundadores de los discursos hegemónicos- entiéndase Liberalismo y Socialismo- que son la religión por un lado y La Biología por el otro. El feminismo es </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111028956712027167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/111028956712027167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111028956712027167' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-110980895087293879</id><published>2005-03-02T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T16:15:50.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ATENTA INVITACIÓNPresentación del proyecto editorial Ediciones de la Esquina, como parte del ciclo Hecho en Tijuana.El Consejo Nacional para la Cultura y las Artes, a través del Centro Cultural Tijuana, invita a la presentación del proyecto editorial De la Esquina, como parte del ciclo Hecho en Tijuana, con la participación de Amaranta Caballero Prado, Margarita Valencia Triana, Omar Pimienta, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110980895087293879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110980895087293879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110980895087293879' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-110917149947777490</id><published>2005-02-23T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T07:11:39.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Julia KristevaLa gramática de la subjetividadEl problema del sujeto es fundamental en nuestros días, por ello aquí se presenta una de las respuestas que se han fraguado a tal propósito, a través de la exposición de las ideas que Julia Kristeva tiene sobre él. Se aclara que esta exposición no desea ser exhaustiva sino brevemente explicativa.En primer lugar haremos una puntualización sobre un tema </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110917149947777490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110917149947777490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110917149947777490' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-110814480461728117</id><published>2005-02-11T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T10:00:04.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOY, DENTRO DE UNA HORA (ALLÁ LAS SIETE P.M. ,ACÁ LAS ONCE A.M.) EN MADRID!!!La Fundación Feminista ENTREDÓS nos ha dado un espacio dentro de su calendario de actividades para presentar la publicación La Línea* y el proyecto en coedición LA LÍNEA/PRESSLESS con la serie de libros: Ediciones de la Esquina. Primera persona: Ella de Omar Pimienta, en la voz de Abril Castro; Jueves Fausto en la voz de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110814480461728117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110814480461728117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110814480461728117' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-110799641007476443</id><published>2005-02-09T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:46:50.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AFORÍSTICA MEXICANADomingo 6 de febrero de 2005 en La Jornada SemanalSelección de Javier Perucho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110799641007476443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110799641007476443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110799641007476443' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-110694020136074435</id><published>2005-01-28T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:49:34.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>En Tijuana tambien hay monaquía y la Reyna se llama Violencia.(El parlamento: Los narcos y el Machismo)-MVT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110694020136074435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110694020136074435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110694020136074435' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-110694009518735564</id><published>2005-01-28T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:26:15.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Antes y AhoraAntes no habia Joyeras sólo joyas.(Estoy diciendo la palabra, ¿puedes escucharla?)-MVT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110694009518735564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110694009518735564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110694009518735564' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-110693919707441704</id><published>2005-01-28T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:06:37.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La novela contemporanea es una voz entrecortada.-MVT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110693919707441704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110693919707441704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110693919707441704' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-110693762668374711</id><published>2005-01-28T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:40:50.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Los Olvidos de MarxOlvido decir que:EL CAPITALISMO ES UN PACTO PATRIARCAL INTERSEXISTA.-MVT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110693762668374711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110693762668374711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110693762668374711' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-110693773147265331</id><published>2005-01-28T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:38:26.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De Montaigne a Kant1.- El ensayo es una Rapsodia. Una Rapsodia no es un Sistema.2.- Ensayar es equivocarse muchas veces. El ensayo es un proceso de Deriva.3.- El ensayo es Encantar, no en-Kant-ar.4.- El ensayo es ensayarse, esperando o temiendo, que esta vez el resultado del exagium produzca una explosion definitiva.-Margarita Valencia Triana</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110693773147265331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110693773147265331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110693773147265331' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-110529596595339042</id><published>2005-01-09T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T10:39:25.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LUNES 10 DE ENEROPrimera presentación de la serie editorial:De La Esquina/ Anortecer (La Línea/Pressless)Jueves FaustoMargarita Valencia TrianaPrimera Persona: EllaOmar PimientaBravísimas BravérrimasAforismos(La eternidad en un paso. Un paso no en falso)Amaranta Caballero PradoLos esperamos en la librería Sor Juana, en punto de las siete de la tarde.Avenida de Las Palmas #4390</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110529596595339042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110529596595339042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110529596595339042' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-110314026773174357</id><published>2004-12-15T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T11:54:23.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DICIEMBRE ME GUSTÓ PARA LEERTECo-ediciones La Línea/Pressless. Ediciones de la Esquina/AnortecerTres libros tres.Bravísimas BravérrimasAforismos(La eternidad en un paso. Un paso no en falso)Amaranta Caballero Prado (Guanajuato Gto. 1973, como a las 5:32 p.m.). Llegó a Tijuana buscando una mejor vida –como tanto migrante– y se encontró con un muro que se ahogaba. Ha probado diferentes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110314026773174357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/110314026773174357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110314026773174357' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-109992603345030974</id><published>2004-11-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T07:04:35.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De cómo un encuentro de escritoras terminó en desencuentro con machospor Eve GilAparecido en Arena de Excèlsior (www.suplementoarena.com)El pasado VI Encuentro Internacional de Escritoras Inés Arredondo, efectuado entre el 23 y el 26 de septiembre, suscitó un par de insípidas notitas en los diarios de la ciudad sede, Guadalajara, y una que otra en los de circulación nacional. De hecho, el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109992603345030974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109992603345030974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109992603345030974' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-109953868300555717</id><published>2004-11-03T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T19:24:43.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LA LÍNEANúmero 2, tema Identidad.Amig@S,Los invitamos a la presentación de la publicación LA LÍNEA (No. 2 tema Identidad).Haremos una celebración este viernes 5 de noviembre a partir de las siete de la tarde,en el Cortijo de Playas (casa de la cultura). Estará con nosotras el Johnny Tecate.Vengan a celebrar con nosotras y a divertirse en grande!En la música:DJ SALDJ CHARMANDER KIRU</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109953868300555717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109953868300555717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109953868300555717' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-109883378092081805</id><published>2004-10-26T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:36:20.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FÓTOGRAFA DE FRONTERASVerdun (Carretera hacia la cota 304)Beirut-Sur del LíbanoGuatemala-MéxicoMéxico-Estados UnidosComo si no pasara nada. Como si sólo el silencio. Laetitia Tura dispara hacia las fronteras.http://laetitiatura.free.frAmaranta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109883378092081805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109883378092081805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109883378092081805' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-109658402318652255</id><published>2004-09-30T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T15:40:23.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ENTREVISTA LA LÍNEA / BULBOhttp://www.grrrlzines.net/interviews/lalinea_bulbo.htm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109658402318652255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109658402318652255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109658402318652255' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-109646851245439820</id><published>2004-09-29T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T07:35:12.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SIN PUERTAS VISIBLES DOES IT AGAIN!Mexican writer headlines bilingual poetry reading[Ryan Jones/The Daily Pennsylvanian]"Sin Puertas Visibles' poet Ofelia Perez reads a poem in Spanish while editor and translator Jen Hofer takes notes at the Kelly Writers House. The two women presented works from the anthology of Mexican women's poetry in both Spanish and in English yesterday evening.By </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109646851245439820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109646851245439820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109646851245439820' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-109160109803845737</id><published>2004-08-03T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:33:48.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109160109803845737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109160109803845737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109160109803845737' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-109061182330874211</id><published>2004-07-23T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T12:43:43.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUÉ SUCEDE ANTES DEL AMOR Por Laura Novaro[Reseña de Lo anterior publicada en La Jornada Semanal, 4 de julio de 2004, No. 487]Cristina Rivera Garza, la reconocida escritora tamaulipeca radicada en San Diego, California, sorprende una vez más por su originalidad en su más reciente novela Lo anterior, en la que se destierran la narración de sucesos y los lugares comunes de las historias de amor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109061182330874211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/109061182330874211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109061182330874211' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108982859950137908</id><published>2004-07-14T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T11:13:56.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALIANZA FRANCESA TIJUANA* COMUNICADO--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mañana Jueves 15 de Julio, a partir de las 8:30 pmLa Alianza Francesa y el interdisciplinario La Línea invitan a la presentación de la revista Los Flamencos No Comen (Francia). Los Flamencos No Comen revista independiente, editada e impresa en Montpellier, Francia, publica </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108982859950137908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108982859950137908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108982859950137908' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108843301214140435</id><published>2004-06-28T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T07:30:12.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EL AMOR DESPUÉS [Reseña aparecida en Y me paso a retirar, la columna de Ana García Bergua que aparece en La Jornada Semanal, suplemento cultural del periódico La Jornada, Julio 27, 2004]Y entonces lo supo por segunda vez: el amor sólo se experimenta después, en la reflexión que sucede a la descompostura interna que sólo atenúa, a veces, el lenguaje amoroso que, según algunos, no fue creado </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108843301214140435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108843301214140435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108843301214140435' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108750059050103939</id><published>2004-06-17T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T12:29:50.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LA LÍNEA EN SAN DIEGO AGAIN!Este viernes a las ocho de la noche, lectura de La Línea en el espacio Voz Alta,dentro del Summer Revibe.VOZ ALTACarving out its own 550 square feet of space in 2002, Voz Alta's downtown space is host to poets, writers, speakers, art exhibitions and workshops. The group is an arts- and community-based non-profit propagating cultural awareness through various </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108750059050103939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108750059050103939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108750059050103939' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108724743519192118</id><published>2004-06-14T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T14:12:56.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ORGULLOSÍSIMA FELICITACIÓN!!4a Muestra. Documentales y fotografía de América Latina6 - 15 Mayo. Albacete. Castilla-La ManchaCuando alguien decide hacer un documental, su creatividad y su compromiso se ponen en marcha para transmitir su visión de la realidad que lo motiva. La necesidad de compartir una historia, un problema, una respuesta, provoca un arduo proceso de investigación y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108724743519192118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108724743519192118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108724743519192118' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108709484229524432</id><published>2004-06-12T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T20:17:07.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CLICHESEl cliché, es entendido como una frase típica, usada y trillada. Sin embargo, el motivo de tal desgaste se debe a su uso excesivo, no obstante esto obedece a que los clichés son tan ciertos como axiomas. Por ello es necesario, replantear y entender toda la sabiduría que se esconde detrás de frases como:El tiempo lo cura todoCada cabeza es un mundoLas palabras no alcanza para </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108709484229524432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108709484229524432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108709484229524432' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108540782414090991</id><published>2004-05-24T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T07:10:24.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GIL SOBRE TRABALlanto en la oscuridadEve GilArena, 23.5.04Para José Luis CuevasUrge recobrar la obra narrativa y ensayística de Marta Traba. No sólo por la incuestionable calidad de sus textos, que merecerían un sitio de honor en la literatura latinoamericana del que, por hoy, no goza, sino porque no debemos olvidar jamás la historia de las dictaduras en América Latina, cuyas tremendas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108540782414090991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108540782414090991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108540782414090991' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108534411175567269</id><published>2004-05-23T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T13:31:09.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ENTROPÍAIVAN FARIASLo social átono es la replica exacta del Yo  indiferente, con la voluntad débil, nuevo zombi atravesado de mensajes.G. LipovetskyEste libro habla de lo cotidiano y decir lo cotidiano resulta tan usado, sin embargo de allí se desprende el horror. El horror esta en la aceptación sumisa de lo cotidiano-circular-real. El tedio. Manifestar (constatar una vez mas) que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108534411175567269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108534411175567269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108534411175567269' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108516317708459344</id><published>2004-05-21T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T11:12:57.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SÁBADO 22 DE MAYOEl interdisciplinario La Línea les invita a la presentación del libro Entropía. Libro de cuentos donde la medida de la incertidumbre existente ante un conjunto de mensajes donde se recibirá uno solo, es proporcional al número de textos editados.Margarita Valencia Triana, Omar Pimienta e Iván Farías (El Autor).Por causas de fuerza mayor se han cambiado las fechas y hora.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108516317708459344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108516317708459344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108516317708459344' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108455309441472938</id><published>2004-05-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T09:44:54.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RE-ESCRITURA ARBITRARIA DE LO ANTERIORPor Jorge Luis Herrera“Pedazos de una historia ajena como si se tratara de algo que había hallado por casualidad.” Cristina Rivera Garza (Lo anterior, p.31) Comprobó que su corazón latía sólo a causa de su belleza. Una cruel coincidencia. Alguien más sabe lo mismo que yo: una locura. No te hagas ilusiones. Tristeza. Dos hombres huían, no sabía por</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108455309441472938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108455309441472938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108455309441472938' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108428768063779368</id><published>2004-05-11T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T08:11:10.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LO ANTERIOR EN IRVINELo anterior. Cristina Rivera GarzaAna María Amar-Sánchez, University of California, Irvine.La literatura latinoamericana del fin del siglo XX y comienzos del XXI es un campo complejo y un tanto disperso. Es difícil para los que trabajamos con ella establecer líneas, grupos, y menos escuelas o movimientos. En parte por la cercanía con nuestro presente, en parte por las </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108428768063779368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108428768063779368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108428768063779368' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108420632012819674</id><published>2004-05-10T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T09:26:21.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LO ANTERIOR EN PROCESO: fragmentoCristina Rivera Garza, Lo anterior, Tusquets Editores. Col Andanzas, México, 2004. 174 pp. Cristina Rivera Garza escudriña el amor a partir de varios registros. La historia se inicia cuando una mujer encuentra a un hombre sin sentido en el desierto. Ella lo retrata y descubre que en una de sus manos tiene un papel arrugado con la siguiente anotación: "El amor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108420632012819674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108420632012819674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108420632012819674' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108403703706870331</id><published>2004-05-08T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T19:51:47.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EL LENGUAJE DEL AMOR O EL AMOR COMO LENGUAJEPor Laura Hernández.PRESENTACION DE LO ANTERIOR DE CRISTINA RIVERA GARZA.(Cristina Rivera Garza. Lo anterior, Tusquets Editores, México, 2004)El lenguaje del amor o el amor como lenguaje.Instituto Tecnológico de Estudios Superiores de MonterreyCampus-Toluca Anotaba Wittgenstein por ahí de 1932  o 1934, que “En el arte es difícil decir algo que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108403703706870331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108403703706870331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403703706870331' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108403265405005998</id><published>2004-05-08T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T19:54:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LETRAxLETRA/ LO ANTERIOR: EL GRADO CERO DE LA ESCRITURAPor Fidel ChávezEl Norte(24 Abril 2004)Y la separación no es el momentoCuando brazos, o voces,Se despiden con señas materialesEs de antes, de después.Pedro SalinasLos amorosos andan como locosPorque están solos, solos, solos,Entregándose, dándose a cada rato.Llorando porque no salvan el amor.Jaime Sabines"Lo Anterior", la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108403265405005998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108403265405005998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403265405005998' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108403227374824776</id><published>2004-05-08T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T09:09:03.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PRESENTACION DE LO ANTERIOR POR GABRIELA RIVEROS ELIZONDOEl amor no se puede contar. El amor es inicuo. Está hecho de gestos anodinos y costumbres difíciles de cambiar. El amor son los años que pasan uno tras otro sin variar. En el desierto, el amor es una planicie donde no crece nada […] El amor es lo que hay bajo la lengua cuando se seca y a un lado de los pasos cuando no se oyen. El amor es </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108403227374824776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108403227374824776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403227374824776' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108352193207469743</id><published>2004-05-02T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T11:25:02.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOS FLAMENCOS NO COMEN: La Línea Bilingüe Revista independiente, editada e impresa en Montpellier, Francia, ha sido presentada el día 21 de abril dentro del marco de la exposición de arte contemporáneo titulada Dessin?, en la galería ubicada en el interior del templo de Sante Anne. Esta revista publica textos relacionados con literatura, filosofía, política y arte contemporáneo. El número </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108352193207469743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108352193207469743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108352193207469743' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108309834342509675</id><published>2004-04-27T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T13:44:01.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Texto leído el 15 de Abril de 2004durante la presentación de Lo Anterior,novela de Cristina Rivera Garza.—DE ESTO SE TRATABA TODO, ¿VERDAD?Son las siete veintitrés de esta única noche. Noche única. Otra única noche. Estoy justo en la garganta de Omar Pimienta. Soy el muñeco de madera adentro del ventrílocuo....Voices proceeding from immense distances...      (Estoy justo también </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108309834342509675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108309834342509675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108309834342509675' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108301865400336551</id><published>2004-04-26T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T15:35:07.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LA BOCA DEL LOBO EN EL DISTRITO FEDERALEsta es una reseña que, sobre la puesta en escena de La boca del lobo, una obra de la mexicalense Barbara Colio, apareció en La Jornada el jueves 22 de abril, 2004. Bárbara, en otras palabras, está bárbara. Felicidades por eso! Olga Harmony La boca del lobo y otras bocas Bárbara Colio es una dramaturga y directora bajacaliforniana que amerita mucha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108301865400336551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108301865400336551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301865400336551' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108299442913553888</id><published>2004-04-26T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T08:51:21.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PIZARNIK POR BERNALSoledad y silencioEl laberinto, Milenio, 24-Abr-04Entre el año de 1959 y 1960, conocemos el dolor de la poeta, sus constantes retornos y huidas del psicoanálisis.Alejandra Pizarnik (Buenos Aires, Argentina, 1936-1972), una de las plumas más fascinantes de la literatura argentina contemporánea, sobre todo en la poesía, comienza en 1954 a escribir sus Diarios, que no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108299442913553888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108299442913553888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108299442913553888' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108286194366620758</id><published>2004-04-24T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T20:03:55.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MEMORIA Y ESCRITURA: el cicloEl Instituto de Investigaciones Dr. José María Luis Mora invita al ciclo Memoria y Escritura  Helen Epstein Lectura con la autora*Entrada Libre*Viernes 14 de mayo*19:00 hrs Taller de escritura Sábado 15 de mayo*de 10:00 a 13:00 hrs*Costo: $500*Cupo limitado   María NegroniLectura con la autora*Entrada Libre*Viernes 28 de mayo*19:00 hrs Taller de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108286194366620758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108286194366620758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108286194366620758' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009951.post-108285840107102556</id><published>2004-04-24T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T19:04:12.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SIN PUERTAS VISIBLES: RESEÑA (including comments about two bloguistas)Making Love ViolentlyStacey Levine*In the 1990s, an anthology of Mexican women’s poetry issued by Milkweed Editions got mixed reviews, and a study of significant female Mexican fiction writers came out of the University of Texas Press. Neither seems as striking as poet and translator Jen Hofer’s assemblage of poetry from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108285840107102556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009951/posts/default/108285840107102556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unblogpropio.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108285840107102556' title=''/><author><name>Cuarto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561454799801261584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
